Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1251: Non-existent converter

No way.

The minecart had to stop before reaching the location of the No. 83 vault of the Parkinson family, because it would hit the "ground" any further.

However, it is obvious that the so-called "ground" at the bottom of this pit is actually a rock platform made by magic by the fairies. Not to mention the remaining magical power fluctuations that have not yet dissipated, just those fairies rushing back and forth on the platform, it is enough to explain a lot.

What's more, Maca also saw a hole in the middle of the platform at the bottom of the pit, and many goblins were carrying a lot of things in and out of it. There is no need to pull the ring to explain again, just from the previous description, Maca can guess what they are moving.

It's just that when Maca jumped out of the minecart following the pull ring, the elves who were moving stopped one after another and looked at him with guard.

"Grahuan! How dare you bring the wizard down here? You stupid goblin... Are you trying to betray your lord Algot and our goblin clan?"

While one of the fairies pointed to Griphook and complained loudly, many other fairies roared around towards Maca and Mr. Parkinson, and their eyes were not good.

To be honest, Mr. Parkinson feels panicked now.

Because of being courageous by nature, and the fairies have never been able to get along with "Friendly", he is surrounded by these little dwarfs, and his scalp numbs suddenly.

Although many wizards look down on fairies, it must be admitted that the magic of fairies is really no worse than modern wizards.

Just when Parkinson's neck was slightly narrowed by the hostile eyes of the fairies, a voice suddenly came from a certain direction outside.

"Who allowed you to be rude to guests? Get out of the way, don't get in the way around here!"

When a crowd of fairies heard the words, when they retreated to the sides, an aisle was instantly vacated. Then, Maca and Parkinson saw that a fairy who was slightly taller and stronger than the others of the same race suddenly appeared, walking towards Maca from behind.

"Oh! Isn't this Mr. McLean? Hello, I'm glad to see you!" The goblin walked up to Maca, first greeted Maca very enthusiastically, but then spoke again. One turn, "But to be honest, I actually want to talk to you on it more than here."

Although he didn't say it very bluntly, the other party's meaning was already very clear-he obviously didn't welcome Maca's "accidental arrival" at all.

However, Maca didn't care about the other party's euphemistic reminder.

"Mr. Algot, right?" He looked down at the head of the fairy and waved his hand gently, "Listen... If you just plan to avoid this disaster, I won't interfere with you. , It has nothing to do with me wherever you want to hide. And this time, I am not here to trouble you--"

While speaking, he pointed to Mr. Parkinson beside him, and then continued:

"You see, this is the current Patriarch of the Parkinson family. And I, this time I want to ask him to find something in his family's vault, that's all. When we go to vault #83, You can continue to do whatever you should, including "cleaning up" the wealth that has been cut off. That is also your freedom."

"So," at this point, Maca paused for a while before asking, "Can we pass now?"

But in front of him, Gringotts President Algot stared at him with his neck up, a little hesitant:

"Mr. McLean... are you sure you will not interfere in our lives? As far as I know, you and your men are currently quite short of manpower. Even if the Federation comes to support, I am afraid it will not be enough to establish a victory. Right?"

When Maca heard this, he immediately understood what this guy was worried about-this Algot was worried, and Maca might find them goblins to join in the fight against Helbo.

And war is definitely one of the things that the fairies nowadays resist most, not one of them.

After all, their kingdom was destroyed in the war between wizards and wizards, and the battle between Maca and Helbo this time may be even worse than the previous one.

"Don't worry!" Maca thought for a while and couldn't help but said calmly, "Really, even if I forcibly drag your fairies in, it won't have much impact on the current situation. Therefore. , I think you can relax. It’s okay to observe the situation again or hide now."

"Is this..."

Although Maca's remarks are somewhat inferior to the goblins, Algot knows it in his heart, knowing that Maca can be regarded as telling the truth.

The despicable Helbo of the ancient black wizard, I am afraid that everyone will be secretly shocked when he sees it. It is not comparable to such an old monster that has not died for a thousand years. It is not a humiliating thing.

"Okay!" Argonaut nodded, "Mr. McLean, you are also a world-renowned person, and I hope you will not break your promise in the future. Then... please! Vault 83, you can go to any time."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the goblin Griphook who was in a daze on the other side of Maca, and even though he waved his hand at the surrounding clansmen, he frowned and said sharply:

"It's gone, it's all gone! Keep doing things-don't delay Mr. McLean's precious time here!"

After all, Algot still doesn't dare to provoke Maca...just kidding, a guy who can fight the ancient black wizard for so long and is intact, who dares to have trouble with him!

But at this moment, Maca suddenly seemed to think of something, and then suddenly said:

"By the way! Mr. Algot, do you have a time converter?"

"Time converter?"

As the head of Gringotts, Algot knows many treasures in this world, and he naturally knows what a time converter is.

But it's a pity that he soon shook his head when he saw him:

"Someone may have stored the time converter in our Gringotts vault, but as long as we don’t pass it directly through our hands, we won’t know it. But if it’s in our own collection...I’m sure. There is no."

After saying so, he turned to:

"Mr. McLean, do you need to find a time converter? Then... why don't you go directly to the Ministry of Magic? As far as I know, there are at least twenty stored in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic. "

"Obviously, I have been there."

Maca spread his hands and said nothing more, then he greeted Mr. Parkinson and Griphook to walk to the big hole in the middle of the platform.

"Pull the ring, continue to No. 83 vault-lead the way!"

As Maca left, Algot's gaze flicked over the goblin Griphook again, but he shook his head after all, ignoring the Griphook whose mind was controlled by Maca.

As long as McLean can leave here sooner, anything will do! Even being controlled by a tribe is not a big deal.

After a moment.

"Mr. Parkinson, did you find it?"

"Uh... sorry, not yet."

Out of the least courtesy, Maca only stood at the door of the vault to avoid suspicion. But although others did not go in, the feeling of the vault has not been interrupted from beginning to end.

Sure enough, there are many messy treasures hidden in the vault of the Parkinson family. Even though their family's life is so tight, there are still many valuable collections in the vault.

It seems that if they are willing to take out the collection and sell it, at least Pansy's generation will definitely be able to pass through safely.

It's just that Maca didn't find any magical fluctuations similar to the time converter-the obscure and harshness of the time rules, he didn't even feel it at all.

Therefore, unless Parkinson's house puts the time converter in some kind of closed container that can shield the magic from escaping, otherwise it will be gone.

"Sure enough... Is Pansy's mother just talking nonsense?"

Actually, Vanessa can't say that she was talking nonsense. I remember that she didn't say a word of affirmation at the time, and in the end she just said that she would let her husband come to the vault to "find it."

However, every word she said at that time, it was obvious that she was consciously or unconsciously amplifying the possibility of having a time converter, and she never denied it once.

"Well," Maca curled his lips and secretly said in his heart, "I hope you can get it out in the end, or else--"

Even with Pansy's little face, Maca's patience is quite limited right now, and now he will be anxious with anyone who really delays his time.

I was thinking, when Maca saw that Mr. Parkinson finally walked out of the vault, he looked regretful:

"Mr. McLean, that...really not."

"Let's go then!" Maca waved, "You don't need to stay at the Ministry of Magic anymore. I will take you home... Besides, I think it is necessary for me to talk to your wife again. Talk."

"Uh...Mr. McLean?" Parkinson glanced at him cautiously~IndoMTL.com~Your tone... seems a little scary? "

When Maca heard this, he could only squeeze a dry smile at the cringing middle-aged man, and said casually:

"Is there? You must have thought about it!"

After getting into the minecart, Maca urged Mr. Parkinson to come up too, and then the pull ring pushed the lever again, and drove back along the railroad tracks.

This trip to Gringotts was obviously fruitless. Although Maca didn't spend too much time hurriedly along the way, it was a waste of time after all.

So now, Maca is a little annoyed.

When passing the previous rock platform, Maca didn't mean to stop at all. After changing the minecart, he immediately left again.

Algort looked up at the figure he was leaving, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief—whether it was Helbo or this Maca McLean, he didn't want to see one of them!